Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bahamas and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Nation of Ulysses to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Hashim,
Pylon,
Sällskapet,
Rotary Connection,
Average White Band,
Cluster,
Arab on Radar,
Morten Harket,
The Gories,
Khruangbin,
Blancmange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ohio Players,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultra Naté,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes,
The Techniques,
Quantec,
T. Rex,
The Names,
Jerry's Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Leaves,
Bang On A Can,
Make Up,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vladislav Delay,
The Residents,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
Black Flag,
Gong,
Lakeside,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Parry Music,
Skriet,
Fluxion,
Joensuu 1685,
Marvin Gaye,
The Raincoats,
The Fortunes,
Sun City Girls,
Hoover,
Roxette,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tres Demented,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alice Coltrane,
John Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.